Have you ever had a thought and decided that it was sheer brilliance? And then you actually thought that one through to an illogical conclusion? Then you had a second thought that beat hell out of that first thought! Well, I am here to tell you that my world is full of those thoughts. Most of my day is spent thinking second thoughts until nightfall comes and I wonder just what in the hell I was thinking. Maybe it is best that I not think at all! Like now.
I spent yesterday with Michael Wenzel, a realtor with Keller Williams Realty. He is a delightful man and honest to the core. I am not real sure I am quite ready to sell, but when I do, he is my man! He told me apartments are few and far between, nursing homes are full and houses are selling about as fast as they are put on the market. This tells me, I might want to hold on to what I have until I fall and break the proverbial hip! I have to live somewhere and this one is paid for so that holds a certain charm.
Now Michael is a very well spoken man and anyone who knows me, knows that I have the first thing I ever touched in life and when I spend 30 years collecting, something is going to get full! When he talked about showing the house, he said "You might want to open it up a bit. That makes it look bigger. " He could have said , "You need to get a dumpster in here!" I will consult with my kids over the next couple weeks and come to some sort of conclusion about where I will go if I sell this place. There is a lot to be said for just "sheltering in place" like they say when a storm is coming.
But, back to the title of this post. I shudder to think how many times I have had an absolutely brilliant idea and then thought it through to the conclusion that I should probably be locked up for my own safety! I can think of several husbands that were fleeting instances of my lapses in good judgment! Coulda', woulda', shoulda', are words that do not appear in a dictionary, but probably oughta'.
I planted an Apricot tree out behind the house 25 years ago. Monday I started removing limbs with my bow saw. I am going to need to call a tree man. Another instance of not thinking things through to a logical conclusion. That little Mulberry tree that came up in the middle of the old fashioned rose bush is another instance. I could have taken a pair of nippers to it, but now it is chain saw material. Those sprayers that come on automatically in the garden are going to need removed because I was burning weeds and got to close to one. Oh, yeah, and that blackberry bush with the 11 inch razor pointed thorns is going to need removed also.
My mother once told me "You are your own worst enemy!" I did not understand what she meant all those years ago, but I am beginning to see a pattern developing here! I am thinking that someone ought to just come and throw a net over me and drag me off to the loony bin, wherever that might be. I assume someone would feed me and give me a place to sleep at night! And there is that word "assume". Kenneth explained that one to me once. "Assume" makes an "ass" out of "u" and "me".
And there you go. More ramblings of a mad woman! Have a good day!
I spent yesterday with Michael Wenzel, a realtor with Keller Williams Realty. He is a delightful man and honest to the core. I am not real sure I am quite ready to sell, but when I do, he is my man! He told me apartments are few and far between, nursing homes are full and houses are selling about as fast as they are put on the market. This tells me, I might want to hold on to what I have until I fall and break the proverbial hip! I have to live somewhere and this one is paid for so that holds a certain charm.
Now Michael is a very well spoken man and anyone who knows me, knows that I have the first thing I ever touched in life and when I spend 30 years collecting, something is going to get full! When he talked about showing the house, he said "You might want to open it up a bit. That makes it look bigger. " He could have said , "You need to get a dumpster in here!" I will consult with my kids over the next couple weeks and come to some sort of conclusion about where I will go if I sell this place. There is a lot to be said for just "sheltering in place" like they say when a storm is coming.
But, back to the title of this post. I shudder to think how many times I have had an absolutely brilliant idea and then thought it through to the conclusion that I should probably be locked up for my own safety! I can think of several husbands that were fleeting instances of my lapses in good judgment! Coulda', woulda', shoulda', are words that do not appear in a dictionary, but probably oughta'.
I planted an Apricot tree out behind the house 25 years ago. Monday I started removing limbs with my bow saw. I am going to need to call a tree man. Another instance of not thinking things through to a logical conclusion. That little Mulberry tree that came up in the middle of the old fashioned rose bush is another instance. I could have taken a pair of nippers to it, but now it is chain saw material. Those sprayers that come on automatically in the garden are going to need removed because I was burning weeds and got to close to one. Oh, yeah, and that blackberry bush with the 11 inch razor pointed thorns is going to need removed also.
My mother once told me "You are your own worst enemy!" I did not understand what she meant all those years ago, but I am beginning to see a pattern developing here! I am thinking that someone ought to just come and throw a net over me and drag me off to the loony bin, wherever that might be. I assume someone would feed me and give me a place to sleep at night! And there is that word "assume". Kenneth explained that one to me once. "Assume" makes an "ass" out of "u" and "me".
And there you go. More ramblings of a mad woman! Have a good day!
